Yesterday, I got on a train to Petersham, just as I did one month earlier, to attend a meeting. A heavily-tattooed and facially-studded blond guy with a bicycle came into the carriage. He was in his 20s and wore a T-shirt with Leonard Nimoy on it, and the legend that read, "Rock out with your Spock out". I remembered seeing him in the same outfit four weeks ago, on the same train. A ponytailed guy in his 30s immediately complimented him on the T-shirt and engaged him in conversation about "Star Trek" - and soon they were trying to out-trivia each other: eg. Zachary Quinto had to cheat to do the Vulcan salute in the new movies; "The Wrath of Khan" and "First Contact" were the best films; "Nemesis" kinda sucked but they both liked it anyway, etc.
I chimed in with an anecdote about the Vulcan matriarch in "Amok Time" needing a piece of cotton round her fingers to do the salute correctly.
"Oh, you mean T'Pau?" they both asked. The younger guy had a thick Irish accent.
"Did you know that 'The Wrath of Khan' was on at the Dendy in Newtown a few weeks ago?" asked the Irishman.
"I was there," I boasted.
"I'd never seen it on the big screen before," said the Irish guy. "Hey, I remember you!" he said to me. "You were wearing a Starfleet uniform. You were in my row!"
"That's so cool," said the ponytailed guy. "I wish I'd been there."
Whoever said Trek geekdom was dead?
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